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CARELESS  JANE 

and  otKer  Tales 

By 
KATHARINE  PYLX 


NEW  YORK 
E.  P.  DUTTON  &  CO.,  Inc. 


THE  RABBIT  WITCH  AND  OTHER  TALES,  COPYRIGHT, 
I895  AND  I902,  BY  E.  P.  DUTTON  Jc  CO.  ::  ALL 
It  I  C  H  T  S      RESERVED       ::      PRINTED     IN     THE     U.     S.     A. 


Published  April,  1902 


First  Printing  ....  April,  1902 
Tenth  Printing  .  .  .  October,  1917 
Twentieth,  Printing  .  August,  1927 
Twenty-first  Printing  .  March,  jg>?5 
Twenty-second  Printing  .  Jan.,  1929 
Twenty-third  Printing  .  Mar.,  /<??, 
Twenty-fourth  Printing  .  Sept.,  1930 
Twenty- fifth  Printing  .  August,  1911 
Tzventy-sixth  Printing  .  Sept.,  1934 
twenty-seventh  Printing    .    Jan.,  1941 


Contents 


Page 

Careless  Jane 7 

Boisterous  Ann 15 

The  Brother  and  Sister        .        •        •        .23 

Georgie  Lie-a-Bed 35 

Untidy  Amanda 43 

The  Child  who  would  not  go  to  Bed          .  49 

The  Beet 57 

The  Robber  Rat 65 

Grandfather  Stork 73 

Old  Mother  Webtoes 81 

The  Rabbit  Witch 91 

Peter  and  the  Ogress           •        •        •  103 


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in  2012  with  funding  from 

University  of  North  Carolina  at  Chapel  Hill 


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To 

My   N  ephew 

GERALD 

THis  booK  is  dedicated 


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OME  Jane,"  said  grandmamma  one  day, 
"'Tis  time  you  learned  to  sew; 

At  your  age  I  could  make  a  frock, 
And  you  should  also  know." 

But  Jane  cared  little  for  such  things; 

She  liked  to  make  a  noise; 
She  used  to  run  about  all  day, 

And  shout,  and  play  with  boys. 


So  now  she  only  tossed  her  head 

And  ran  with  eager  feet, 
And  soon  was  racing  up  and  down, 

And  playing  in  the  street. 

Once  Jane  was  to  a  party  asked; 

Her  friends  would  all  be  there; 
She  wore  her  best  sprigged  muslin  frock, 

And  ribbons  tied  her  hair. 


10 


When  she  was  shown  upstairs  to  lay 

Her  hat  upon  the  bed, 
She  saw  a  little  basket  there, 

With  needles,  wax  and  thread. 

44 1  wonder,"  said  untidy  Jane, 
"  If  Mattie  likes  to  sew ; 
Pm  glad  that  I  have  never  learned; 
I  should  not  care  to  know." 


11 


With  that  she  laughed  and  ran  downstairs, 

But  on  the  way — ah  see ! 
She's  caught  her  skirt  upon  a  nail 

And  torn  it  terribly. 

If  Jane  had  learned  from  grandmamma 

She  might  have  mended  it, 
But  she  had  been  a  thoughtless  child 

And  could  not  sew  a  bit. 


12 


So  with  her  frock  all  torn,  into 

The  room  she  had  to  go, 
And  all  the  children  wondering  stared 

To  see  her  looking  so; 

Then  when  Jane  played  it  caught  her  feet 

And  almost  made  her  fall; 
That  shamed  her  so  she  ran  away 

And  tried  to  hide  from  all. 


13 


When  nurse  at  last  was  sent  for  her, 
How  glad  was  little  Jane; 

She  almost  thought  she  never  wished 
To  romp  or  play  again. 

"Oh!    grandmamma,   dear  grandmamma, 

Indeed,  indeed."  said  she, 
"If  now  you'll  teach  me  how  to  sew 

A  thankful  child  I'll  be." 


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BOISTEROUS   ANN 


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NOISY  boisterous  child  was  Ann, 

And  very  far  from  good; 
She  did  not  play  the  pleasant  games 

That  little  children  should ; 
With  rumpled  hair  and  dresses  torn 

She  came  home   every  day; 
In  vain  mamma  said,  "Ann,  pray  learn 

To  be  less  rude  at  play." 


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Now  little  Ann  came  home  one  time 

In  a  most  piteous  plight, 
For  she  had  fallen  in  the  mud; 

Indeed  she  was  a  sight. 
The  housemaid   standing  in  the  door 

Exclaimed,  "  What  child  is  this  *? " 
Why,  Hannah,  can't  you  see  I'm  Ann^1 

Cried  out  the  little  miss. 


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Our  little  Ann  in  rags  and  dirt, 

Her  hair  all  out  of  curl; 
No,  no,"  cried  Hannah;    "run  away, 

You  little  beggar  girl. 
If  it  is  scraps  of  bread  you  want 

Go  to  the  kitchen  door; 
I  can't  believe  you're  any  child 

I  ever  saw  before." 


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Now  Ann  has  to  the  kitchen  run 
With  tears  and  streaming  eyes; 
**Oh,  dear  cook,  please  to  let  me  h>* 

I'm  little  Ann,"  she  cries. 
"What  little  Ann?"  the  good  cook  says; 
"  Indeed  that  cannot  be. 
Our  Ann  would  never  wear  su-**    rags 
I'm  very  sure;  not  she!" 


20 


But  as  Ann,  weeping,  turned  away, 

Her  little  dog  ran  out, 
And  he  began  to  lick  her  hands, 

And  bark  and  jump  about. 
Why,  why,"  cried  cook,  "  I  never  saw 

Dog  Towzer  act  that  way, 
Except  when  little  Ann  came  home 

From  school  or  after  play." 


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"And  now  I  look  again,"  she  said, 

"You  are  our  little  Ann. 
Come  in  and  wash  and  mend  your  frock 

As  quickly  as  you  can." 
Now  from  that  day  the  little  miss 

Has  played  less  boisterous  plays, 
And  been  more  tidy  in  her  dress 

And  quiet  in  her  ways. 


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THEIR  mother  bids  them  run  and  play, 
But  not  to  wander  far  away. 


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••Quick,"  Gretel  cries,  "let's  catch  that  hare 
Among  the  bushes  over  there." 


The  hare  now  leads  them  in  the  chase 
Clos^  by  the  witch's  lurking-place. 


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No  use,"  she  cries,  "to  kick  and  fight, 
For  I  will  pick  your  bones  to-night." 


The  old  witch  then  puts  on  the  pot, 
That  she  may  boil  Hans  when  it's  hot. 


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Gretel  opens  the  cage  door  wide. 


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The  children  see  a  barrel  near; 
44 Quick!  into  it!     The  witch  is  here!" 


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In  after  them  the  witch  goes  too, 

But  she  is  stuck,  and  can't  get  through. 


32 


And  now,  ker-splash!    down  in  the  ditch 
They  roll  the  barrel  and  the  witch. 


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And  sec  !   her  little  girl  and  boy 
The  mother  welcomes  home  with  joy. 


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OME,  come,  get  up,"  cried  nurse  to  Georgej 

"The  breakfast  table's  spread; 
The  porridge  will  be  getting  cold, 

And  you  are  still  in  bed." 
George  only  sighed  and  turned  about, 

And  went  to  sleep  once  more. 
Now  did  you  ever  know  of  *uch 

A  lazy  child  before? 


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When  little  George  at  last  arose 

The  sun  was  overhead; 
He  looked  about,  no  clothes  he  saw; 
"Where  can  they  be?"  he  said. 
•* Nurse,  nurse,"  he  cried,  "where  are  my  clothes  $ 

I  do  not  see  them  here." 
14 Why,  no,"  said  nurse,  "you  will  not  find 
Your  clothes  to-day,  I  fear; 


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Some  other  child  has  now  your  suit, 

Because  I  thought,  indeed, 
If  you  were   going  to  lie  in  bed, 

Your  clothes  you  would  not  need 
But  if  you  really  wish  to  dress 

And  go  to  school,  see  there, 
The  little  dress  a  year  ago 

Your  sister  used  to  wear." 


39 


Now  how  ashamed  is  little  George 

To  have  to  dress  like  that; 
To  have  to  wear  his  sister's  frock, 

Her  ribbons  and  her  hat. 
Now  in  the  street  the  children  point 

And  stare  as  he  goes  by; 
Come  look  at  Georgie-Lie-a-Bed, 

How  he  is  dressed,"  they  cry. 


40 


Now  little  George  is  so  ashamed 

To  have  them  see  him  so, 
He  turns  about  and  home  he  runs 

As  fast  as  he  can  go. 
"Oh,  mother  dear,"  he  cries,  "if  I 

May  have  my  clothes  once  more, 
I'll  try  to  be  a  better  boy 

Than  I  have  been  before." 


41 


'Why,"  says  mamma,  "since  that's  the  case, 

And  you  repent,  my  dear, 
Your  little  trousers,  shirt,  and  coat — 

Just  see — they  all  are  here." 
And  since  that  day  mamma  and  nurse 

Are  proud  and  glad  to  see 
Their  little  George  can  such  a  prompt 

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NAUGHTY  child  Amanda  was;— 

She  would  not  comb  her  hair; 
Though  it  was  rough  and  tangled,  too, 

Amanda  did  not  care; 
And  when  mamma  the  matted  locks 

Would  fain  have  brushed  and  tied, 
Amanda  only  pushed  away 

Her  hand  and  stamped  and  cried. 

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But  listen  now!     It  chanced  one  time 

Mamma  had  gone  away. 
Amanda  she  had  left  at  home 

All  by  herself  that  day. 
Then  someone  rattled  at  the  latch; — 

Amanda  heard  him  there; — 
She  heard   him   shutting  fast  the  door 

And  creeping  up  the  stair; — 

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Someone  with  scissors  in  his  hand, 

And  dreadful  gleaming  eyes; 
"Where  is  that  child  who  will  not  comb 

The  tangles  out? "he  cries. 
In  vain  Amanda  shrieks  and  runs, 

He  has  her  by  the  hair; 
Snip-snap!    the  shining  scissors  go 

And  leave  her  head  quite  bare. 


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Now  when  mamma  comes  home  again, 

Ah,  what  is  her  surprise 
To  see  Amanda's  naked  head 

And  note  her  tearful  eyes; 
And  now  lest  she  a  cold  should  catch 

A  nightcap  she  must  wear, 
And  when  her  locks  have  grown  again 

I'm  sure  she'll  comb  her  hair. 


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THE  CHILD  WHO  WOULD  NOT 
GO  TO  BED 


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DO  not  want  to  go  to  bed; 

I  will  not  go!"  cried  naughty  Fred. 

But  it  was  growing  very  late; 

The  clock  had  long  ago  struck  eight, 

And  so  mamma,  impatient  grown, 

Went  off  and  left  him  there  alone. 

But  hark!     Creak,  creak!  upon  the  stair; 

It  was  the  sand-man  walking  there. 


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In  through  the  door  he  looked,  and  said, 
"What!  Frederick  will  not  go  to  bed?" 
In  vain  did  Frederick  kick  and  bawl, 
The  sand-man  would  not  heed  at  all; 
He  tumbled  Fred  into  his  sack, 
And  off  he  bore  him  on  his  back; 
Away  he  went  out  through  the  door, 
On,  on  for  many  a  mile  and  more. 


53 


At  last  the  sand-man,  weary  grown, 
Sat  down  to  rest  upon  a  stone. 
Then  Frederick  turned  himself  about, 
And  quick  he  whipped  his  jack-knife  out; 
Ke — scritchy — scritch!     He  cuts  a  slit 
And  softly  clambers  out  of  it. 
And  now  he  runs  as  quick  as  thought, 
And  soon  a  heavy  stone  has  brought; 


53 


He  softly  slips  it  in  the  sack 

That  hangs  upon  the  sand-man's  back. 

Says  clever  Fred,  "He  will  not  see 

He  has  a  stone  instead  of  me." 

And  now  the  sand-man  grunts  and  sighs, 

And  slowly  he  begins  to  rise. 


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And  Frederick  hears  him  sigh,  "Alack, 
How  that  boy  thumps  about  my  back!* 
The  stupid  sand-man  never  sees 
Where  Frederick  crouches  on  his  knees, 
Behind  the  rock,  till  out  of  sight 
The  old  sand-man  has  vanished  quite. 


55 


But  Fred,  a  thankful  boy  is  he, 
As  home  he  hastens  tearfully. 
And  ah  his  mother!    with  what  joy 
She  welcomes  home  her  little  boy. 
Ah  always  after  this,"  cries  Fred, 
I  will  be  good,  and  go  to  bed." 


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WILL  not  wash  my  face  I  say; 
I  will  not  wash,"  cried  Jane,  "to-day." 
In  vain  mamma  said,  "What  disgrace* 
To  go  with  dirty  hands  and  face ! " 
Jane  only  sulked  and  hung  her  head, 
And  so  she  crept  away  to  bed. 


59 


Now  when  the  pleasant  morning  broke 
In  bed  the  slovenly  Jane  awoke ; 
She  woke  but  could  not  turn  in  bed, 
Nor  stretch  herself,  nor  raise  her  head; 
She  was  a  beet  with  nose  and  eyesa 
A  beet  of  most  enormous  size. 


60 


And  in  the  bed  the  beet  leaves  green 
Instead  of  arms  and  legs  were  seen; 
And  then  in  came  mamma  and  nurse; 
They  did  not  know  her,  which  was  worse, 
But  Jane  could  hear  mamma;  she  said, 
Why,  why!  how  came  this  beet  in  bed?" 


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And  now,  by  two  stout  boys,  away 
They  send  the  beet  to  town  next  day, 
That  all  the  people  there  may  see 
How  large  a  beet  can  grow  to  be. 
They  put  her  in  a  window  there, 
Where  every  one  can  point  and  st^re. 


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There  the  poor  sloven   sits  and  cries, 

Till  beet  juice   oozes   from  her  eyes; 

But  ah !  was  such  sight  ever  seen  ? 

The  beet  juice  tears  have  washed  her  clean; 

And  then,  the   strangest  thing  of  all, 

As  fast  and  faster  still  they  fall, 


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The  beet  tears  melt  her  back  once  more 

Into  the  child  she  was  before. 

She  does  not  stay  to  wipe  her  eyes, 

But  home  with  eager  feet  she  hies. 
"Oh  mother,  mother  dear,"  cries  she, 
"Henceforth  a  cleaner  child  I'll  be." 


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THE  ROBBER  RAT 


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KITTEN  once  lived  all  alone 

In  a  little  yellow  house; 
It  lived  on  crusts  of  bread  and  cheese, 

And  now  and  then  a  mouse. 


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A  robber  rat  lived  in  a  wood — 

A  gloomy  wood — close  by; 
He  had  sharp  teeth,  and  a  pointed  tail. 

And  a  wicked,  restless  eye. 


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To  the  yellow  house  the  rat  would  come, 
And  strike  the  door — knock!  knock! 

The  kitten's  tail  would  stand  on  end, 
It  gave  him  such  a  shock. 

Then  in  the  rat  would  boldly  march. 

"  What  have  you  here  ?  "  he'd  say ; 
And  then  he  would  steal  the  bread  and  cheese, 

And  carry  it  all  away. 


At  last  the  kitten  went  to  ask 

Advice  of  some  old  cat 
Who  lived  close  by,  and  told  her  all 

About  the  robber  rat. 

The  wise  old  grey  cat  scratched  her  ear; 

"I'll  fix  this  rat,"  she  said; 
So  she  pulled  a  night-cap  over  her  ears 

And  lay  in  the  kitten's  bed. 


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And  now  in  marched  the  robber  rat; 

"  What ! "  cried   he,  "  still  in  bed ! 
Quick,  fetch  me  out  what  cheese  you  have, 

And  all  your  scraps  of  bread." 

**  Spit-t-t ! "  with  her  claws  and  gleaming  eyes 
The  cat  sprang  out  of  bed. 
The  robber  gave  one  dreadful  squeak 
And  then  away  he  fled. 


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The  old  cat  caught  him  by  the  tail 
Just  as  he  reached  the  door, 

But  snap !  it  broke,  and  out  he  ran, 
And  ne'er  was  heard  of  more. 

But  for  the  little  kitten, 

He  danced  about  with  glee; 

The  wicked  rat  has  fled,  has  fled; 
Meow,  meow  !  "  sang  he. 


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VERY  naughty  boy  was  John; 

He  quarrelled  with  his  food, 
And  would  not  eat  his  bread  and  milk, 

As  all  good  children  should. 
It  grieved  his  kind  mamma  to  see 

How  thin  and  thinner  grew 
Her  little  John,  in  spite  of  all 

That  she  could  say  or  do. 


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Above  the  chimney  Father  Stork 

Heard  all  that  Johnny  said, 
And  how  each  day  he  pushed  away 

The  bowl  of  milk  and  bread. 
And  so  it  was,  when  kind  mamma 

Had  left  the  house  one  day, 
In  through  the  kitchen  door  he  came 

And  carried  John  away. 


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Upon  the  roof  the  little  storks 

Live  high  up   in  the  sky, 
And  far  below  them  in  the  street 

They  hear  the  folks  go  by. 
The  old  stork  brings  them,  in  his  beak, 

The  eels  and  frogs  for  food; 
But  these  he  will  not  let  them  have 

Unless  they're  very  good. 


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Such  things  poor  Johnny  could  not  eat; 

And  as  he  sat  and  cried, 
He  thought  of  all  the  bread  and  milk 

He  used  to  push  aside. 
If  I  were  only  home  again, 

I  would  be  good,"  he  said, 
And  never,  never  turn  away 

From  wholesome  milk  and  bread." 


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If  little  John  was  thin  before, 

Now  thinner  every  day- 
He  grew,  until  you'd  think  the  wind 

Would  carry  him  away. 
So,  when  at  last  he  was  so  lean 

His  bones  seemed  poking  through, 
There  came  a  sudden  gust  of  wind, 

And,  puff!  away  he  blew. 


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And  when  it  blew  him  to  the  street, 

How  fast  he  hurried  home ! 
And,  oh,  how  glad  his  mother  was 

To  see  her  Johnny  come ! 
But  gladder  still  she  was  to  find 

That  he  had  grown  so  good, 
And  never  now  would  turn  away 

From  wholesome  simple  food. 


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OLD  MOTHER  WEBTOES 


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H  please  mamma,"  said  little  Jane, 
44 May  I  go  out  to  play*?" 

"  No,  no,"  her  mother  answered  her; 
"  I  fear  'twill  rain  to-day." 


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With  my  umbrella  green,"  said  Jane, 
"I  will  not  mind  the  wet." 

But  still  mamma  replied,  "No,  no; 
A  cold  I  fear  you'd  get." 


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But  oh,  Jane  was  a  naughty  girl! 

On  her  own  way  intent; 
Soon  as  mamma  had  turned  away, 

Out  in  the  street  she  went. 
The  streets  were  wet  and  lonely; 

No  children  there  at  play; 
Only  oid  Mother  Webtoes 

The  frog  abroad  that  day. 


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Now  little  Jane  she  seizes, 

In  spite  of  all  her  cries, 
And  green  umbrella,  Jane  and  all, 

Away  with  her  she  flies. 
Far,  far  off  in  the  river, 

Upon  a  moisty  stone, 
Old  Webtoes  and  her  children 

Live  in  a  hut  alone; 


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And  Jane's  big  green  umbrella 

Old  Webtoes  hides  away; 
She  makes  her  sweep,  she  makes  her  scrub; 

Jane  has  no  time  to  play. 
She  spreads  a  bed  of  rushes, 

Where  Jane  may  sleep  at  night, 
And  wakes  her  in  the  morning 

As  soon  as  it  is  light. 


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"Get  up,"  cries  Mother  Webtoes; 

"The  breakfast  you  must  get." 
"Oh  let  me  stay  in  bed,"  says  Jane; 
"The  floor  is  cold  and  wet." 
But  Mother  Webtoes  stamps  her  foot 

And  makes  the  child  arise; 
But  as  Jane  sobs,  behind  the  door, 
Ah,  what  is  this  she  spies  ? 


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It  is  her  green  umbrella; 
She  sets  it  now  afloat, 
And  down  the  river  in  it  sails, 
As  if  it  were  a  boat. 
"Oh  Mother  Webtoes,  only  look," 

She  hears  the  young  frogs  scream; 
"The  little  girl  you  brought  to  us 
Is  sailing  down  the  stream." 


But  Jane  is  quite  too  far  away 

For  them  to  catch  her  then, 
And  when  at  last  she  drifts  ashore 

She  sees  her  home  again. 
She  rushes  to  her  mother's  arms 

With  sobs  and  streaming  eyes — 
"  Oh  mother,  mother  dear,  forgive 

Your  naughty  Jane,"  she  cries. 


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THE  RABBIT  WITCH 


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Her  mother  said,  "Take  care,  my  dear, 
The   rabbit  witch  will  come,   I  fear, 
And  steal  you  one  of  these  fine  days, 
Unless  you  learn  to  mend  your  ways." 


But  yet  Eliza  did  not  heed; 
She  was  a  naughty  girl  indeed. 
So  now  the  rabbit  witch  has  come, 
And  carries  her  away  from  home. 


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The  rabbit's  children  squeak  and  play; 
They  tease  Eliza  till  she  cries, 
And  with  her  apron  hides  her  eyes. 


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When  market  day  comes  round  again 
The  witch  locks  up  her  house  and  then 
She  says,  "Be  careful  while  you  play;— 
Don't  lose  this  child  when  I'm  away," 
Now  she  has  gone  Eliza  takes 
Her  apron    and  a  doll  she  makes. 


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"Just  see  this  apron-girl,"  she  cries; — 
"Look  at  it's  nose  and  button  eyes." 

And  now  her  frock  with  belt  and  fold 

Into  another  doll  is  rolled; 

She  gives  it  to  the  rabbit  boy, 

Who  squeaks  and  stamps  his  foot  with  joy. 


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•'Now,"  cry  the  rabbits,  "we  will  play, 
For  these  girls  cannot  run  away." 
But  while  they  rock  their  dolls  and  sing 
The  witch  brings  home  her  marketing. 

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Far  off,  across  the  fields  has  run." 
The  rabbit  witch  went  hurrying  out 
To  see  what  they  could  be  about. 
There  no  Eliza  could  she  find 
But  only  clothes  she'd  left  behind. 


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Quick  after  her  the  old  witch  ran; — 
Haste,  haste,  make  haste,  Eliza  Ann  ! 
Her  own  dear  home  was  reached  at  last; 
The  door  was  shut,  the  latch  made  fast. 


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But  young  Eliza  had  been  taught 
A  lesson  as  her  mother  thought: 
Henceforth  she  was  so  sweet  and  mild 
All  loved  to  be  with  such  a  child. 


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But  listen  what  befell! 
Close  by  a  wicked  ogress  lived, 
Down  in  a  lonesome  dell. 


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Now  see  her  coming  down  the  hill! 

Now  see  the  children  run! 
Her  arms  are  long,  her  hands  are  strong, 

She  catches  every  one. 
In  vain  the  children  kick  and  scream, 

The  ogress  takes  them  home 
And  locks  the  door;    then  off  she  goes 

To  bid  the  neighbors  come. 


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But  clever  Peter  sees  above 

The  chimney,  black  and  wide; 
*  Quick,  wipe  your  eyes  and  come,"  he  cries; 

"  I've  found  a  place  to  hide." 
And  none  too  soon,  for  scarce  the  last 

Is  out  of  sight  before 
They  hear  the  wicked  ogress 

Come  stumping  in  the  door. 


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Then  from  the  chimney  Peter  bawls, 

"  We're  hiding,  stupid  face ! " 
•*  Oh,  oh ! "  the  ogress  says,  "  I  know; 

You're  up  the  chimney  place." 
So  up  the  chimney  now  she  looks; 

"I'll  fetch  you  out,"  she  cries; 
But  puff!    the  clever  Peter  blows 

The  soot  down  in  her  eyes. 


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They  stop,  they  stare,  they  quake  with  fear, 

They  stand  appalled  to  see 
This  dreadful,  hopping,  howling  thing 

As  black  as  black  can  be. 


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But  down  the  chimney  place 
The  boys  climb  ere  the  ogress 

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And  when  they're  safely  home  again 

They  keep  the  master's  rule, 
And  never,  never  play  again 

At  truant  from  the  school. 


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